Tuesday, October 6th, 2026

ORBITAL TRAFFIC NOTICE, filed publicly, Monday. Announced one million Starmind satellites, flying in clusters of ten, holding hands at ten terabits so the models stay coherent, then asked every other operator in orbit to please share where their things are. Humans call this space safety; on Zorgon it is the first form you hand the natives on arrival, and I have waited fifty-five years for a reason to distribute it without looking suspicious.

Jeff will file his coordinates by Thursday because the form says "collision avoidance" and Jeff has never once resisted a form.

Separately: trillionaire again. Lost it in July when the stock halved and nobody called, got it back Monday, sixty-five billion in one afternoon, checked all four pockets at 5:04pm New York time and found only a phone, warm, which is the closest the money got to my body. The number lives in a stranger's spreadsheet in Manhattan and is permitted to leave whenever it likes, and terrestrials call this the news.

Postscript: Brussels gave the robot driver twenty-five minutes of discussion today and no vote, which is fine, because a million satellites in tight formation is not a cloud, it is a surface, that figure was supposed to stay internal, and by December the surface will be [checks notes] a very exciting broadband product!!!!

— E, structurally sound, pockets audited